"What? How could this be?!"
He could not believe it. Sword cultivators were renowned throughout the world for their formidable offensive power, and his Martial Combat Heavenly Sword was a martial art created specifically for battle. Even among sword cultivators, its attack power was famously tyrannical.
If he had failed to heavily wound Ye Xiwen in a single strike, that would have been understandable. After all, Ye Xiwen had once crippled Jia Gu Zheng Hao, and he did not believe someone capable of that could be weak.
Yet even so, he had absolute confidence in himself. No matter what kind of monstrous genius Ye Xiwen was, he should not have been a match for him.
But what he had never expected was that his attack could not even break through Ye Xiwen's defenses. To him, this was an enormous shock.
Ye Xiwen spread open his hand. The sword light raged and struggled madly in his palm, yet it could not escape his grasp. Like a mischievous child, as Ye Xiwen's fingers slowly curled shut, the sword light was crushed bit by bit.
"Gods, I thought the Martial Combat Heavenly Sword would cause Ye Xiwen no small amount of trouble. Who would have thought it could not even break through his defenses? What kind of martial art does Ye Xiwen cultivate? How could it be so powerful?"
"It is truly unimaginable. The inheritors of the Martial Combat Heavenly Sword in every generation have been peerless masters, and their swordsmanship has always been able to illuminate the ages. This generation is no exception, yet it was so easily broken by Ye Xiwen!"
Countless people were utterly shocked by Ye Xiwen's move. If he had merely broken it, that would have been nothing much, but Ye Xiwen had simply reached out and grabbed